Imagination

by Joe Raposo
Here in the middle of imagination
Right in the middle of my head,
I close my eyes and my room’s not my room,
And my bed isn’t really my bed.
I look inside and discover things,
That are sometimes strange and new,
And the most remarkable thoughts I think,
Have a way of being true.

Here in the middle of imagination
Right in the middle of my mind,
I close my eyes and the night isn’t dark
And the things that I lose, I find.
Time stands still and the night is clear,
And the wind is warm and fair,
And the nicest place is the middle of imagination
When… I’m… there…